Mark or Marlin had inevitably picked warrior and went with what Bradford had advised.
He had done what Bradford asked and looked at all the classes available, including the ones available, due to his Domination attribute.
Warlock
The more humanity you sacrifice, the more demonic powers you will gain. you invite demonic entities within your body and harness their strength
nope, nope and fuck you, nope.
Dark Witch
Dominate the minds of your lovers and close relatives, they will worship the grounds you walk on. Slowly mold them into your willing slaves. Your enemies won’t ever get to touch you with your wall of slaves in the way.
Ivonne would have loved this class. Hmmm i just might become a thot slayer.
Witch doctor
You invite and submit spirits to your will.
someone did this? And thought they could get away with messing with the afterlife? What? But there was more
furthermore you can create effigies or puppets that can house these spirits.
ah so not creepy at all. Pass.
Dark Lord.
It’s description was a further explanation of his own Discipline overlord, he would own everyone. This class gave him the distinct impression of dark generals leading Dark forces. It was a Novel idea just not him.
how Bradford managed to get himself to tell Marlin to look at this, was completely beyond Marlin’s comprehension. “perhaps he doesn’t even see the description”, Marlin thought, looking around the class list, he himself didn’t have Champion available
He didn’t really enjoy the vision of him standing bend over a table dealing with the logistics of feeding and caring for a massive chaotic band of lovable misfits.
both Fighter and Weapon Master looked cool but would be greatly prohibited in their efficiency, both classes relied on someone attaining mastery in a number of skill sets.
His Heart of fury blocked him from achieving that.
So it was between Knight and Warrior.
and by the gods had it been difficult. Part of him Really wanted to be a knight. So many of the disciplines were awesome, there was an entire ironclad line of disciplines, that made you into a complete brick wall and wrecking ball at the same time.
ironclad Fists
as long as you wear full body armor that benefits from your Bulwark skill set, your fists will be considered a martial blunt weapon and your combat prowess with 1 handed melee weapons is governed by your Bulwark skill instead of your weapon skill set.
This was just one of the juicy ludicrous disciplines Knight’s had access to, it gave you insane flexibility with available weapons, since you no longer needed their respective skill sets; it also allowed you to use constitution instead of strength or dexterity for melee weapons since the skill set Bulwark, scaled with constitution. And although you wouldn’t get the damage bonus from strength it was still completely ludicrous.
He read the entries multiple times and yes, it was intended to work this way. How it worked he had no clue.
that shit is awesome. Marlin’s eyes sparkled.
This meant as a knight you could dump EVERYTHING into constitution and still function as long as you wore armor?
marlin couldn’t believe it.
a vision of him laughing manically pummeling the faces of his enemies with his gloved fists in pure glee. He himself covered in gore, grinning as he reveled in the agony.
“yea… I don’t think i should ruin mother’s idea of a knight… probably better, to ease her into my brand of crazy with warrior”. Marling muttered
It was a bit unsettling, after a day or three how comfortable he already was with his two parents. How eager he was to absorb their attention, their brand of love.
Betty was basically a fluffy cake of sweet flavors, only the tiniest bit, too sweet for him but he couldn’t deny that it was exactly what the doctor ordered.
While Bradford was a calm sea, deep and wise and with a calming presence that put him at ease.
Mark Sighed and continued his research into the awesome world of classes.
Mark couldn’t believe how ludicrous, pretty much all classes were in their respective fields, each contributing their own condensed from of crazy.
a weapon master for example, did the exact same thing as a knight but with strength or dexterity. They could use their weapon score for defense actions.
As much as he was gushing over the knight class, He had to admit that when he looked at the description of warrior and its disciplines, his decision had been made.
Warrior
A warrior is someone who above all, seeks personal strength. They don’t have the same obsession with victory as a fighter or the need to protect others like a knight. They merely see those moments as an opportunity to test their mettle, they seek challenges and face them head on, often with reckless abandon. Many of them end up turning to the path of the berserker, juggernaut or barbarian. Often seen as a liability by government officials with their shared lack of obedience. Any knight or fighter will tell you, that once you manage to direct a warrior into the right direction. The enemies in that direction no longer pose a problem.
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thats me, Marlin thought, or more accurately that’s going to be me. What intrigued Marlin the most, is that warrior did the one vs many trope through actions that attacked a person’s psyche. There where two more disciplines that did the same as his I can take it !
Overwhelming Presence & Reckless Advance.
Overwhelming Presence, did what “I can take it!” Did, with him landing a hit, and Reckless advance did it with him running at the enemy screaming: i won’t hurt you! I promise ~.
In a nutshell the Job of line breaking, the act of breaking the opponents strategy, wasn’t done by being the hulk but through the application of fear.
When looking at all the other martial classes, none of them did line breaking as well as the warrior did. Or at least not on paper.
The warrior subclasses Juggernaut, Barbarian and Berserker further augmented the various aspects of a Warrior. juggernaut cranked the application of fear up to 11 and also gave him War-cries, a primal commander in the thick of things that yelled at people to make em fight better or worse. Basically stuffing more warrior into his warriorness.
Barbarian augmented his rage and was a mixture of getting a LOT tougher and more effective at maintaining rage. Barbarian would make him very effective at dealing with burst damage which was one of the big stick for rogue’s and hunters, specialists, he gave those classes a quick once over to understand how they functioned. A Barbarian would laugh at those classes
puny people, mark chuckled.
Berserker augmented the warrior discipline Frenzy. The Berserker basically told the weapon master and the fighter, Im the captain now, when it came to dps. And the multitude of things that happened when a Berserker decided to frenzy, seemed to be a spell casters worst nightmare, straight up ignoring a whole bunch of control effects.
Mark couldn’t help but feel that warrior as a whole, sub classes included, was a big general FUCK you, to the status quo and it made him feel all fuzzy on the inside.
and to further slam down the nail in the proverbial coffin. As to why he picked warrior, Most of the other martial classes HEAVILY. Relied on fury gain through disciplines available due to the Martial ROLE as far as he could tell he was stuck with the Tyrant role that would augment his use of the Domination Attribute.
Supernatural MIGHT
You infuse your weapon blows with your will to dominate, turning it into a force of wanton destruction
aka add your domination attribute modifier to my weapon attacks. Yea it called its name in the most ludicrous seductive voice he had ever heard.
Maaaaaaarlin~~~|
He knew why. With the way his attribute distribution was forced on him he didn’t really have a choice. He definitely wanted to go down the road of scaring people shitless but that would only work if he could hurt them good.
But all good things had to come to an end he looked at the one thing that said “fuck you Marlin”.
Gift of strife.
you are blessed with the gift of strife and as such, although you require far more experience (10x the normal amount) you have the unique ability to develop and create more perks, skillsets or even discipline’s By yourself!
These additional perks or discipline’s do not count towards your slot limits!
additionally you gain 2 additional perk slots (not skill sets) per level! and an additional discipline slot whenever you gain a feat!
He sighed again. As much fun as looking at classes was it was obvious it would take him a whole lot of fucking time to get there. A Man such as Bradford 52 Years old. took his entire life of dedication to reach level 11.
Marlin had no doubt that Bradford had been dedicated, obsessed even with his duties. These last few days interacting with the man the sheer amount of knowledge he had, the wisdom and strength. That was the result of a man that worked hard. Probably harder than he ever did.
“Maaaaaarlin~~~~”
”jesus christ, don’t worry supernatural MIGHT, i will pick you as soon as i get to lvl 2. Don’t start sounding like mom, that sounds creepy”.
”Maaaaaarlin~~~~”
ow his actual mom was calling him, he could hear the enjoyment his name gave her. It apparently meant precious gift.
Marlin shook his head, Bradford was as sappy and fluffy on the inside as Betty, he just hid it well.
”Wommminnnggj~” he yelled back. He wobbled in her direction, he was glad that his knowledge of knowing how to walk helped him a great deal in speeding up his ability to move around, he could almost run now.
His mother was in the stables with the goats, apparently one of the female goats had sired a little one about a month ago and Betty wanted him to see the adorable
fluffball.
Mark huffed: goats were cute for about a second until they ate your shoes with your feet still in it.
As he walked in, he scrunched his nose. Animal droppings mixed with hay, was not his favorite smell.
“Come here marlin! He’s walking”!
Betty waved him over to come inside to the goats, there were no fences, no need with his mother’s ability to keep them appeased.
Animal handling came with a rudimentary animal speak and mother was apparently fluent. “Of course she would be fluent”, Marlin mused to himself. He wasn’t paying too much attention to the little bag of bones.
He didn’t see what the big deal was.
the little goat looked at him, tilted his head and charged him, his mother too dumbfounded looked as the little goat “boobed” mark into his stomach and started bleating:
“I am a noble steeeeed”!
”and you Sir! will now be my lord!
henceforth i ser……”, the goat sat down on his but. Confounded and upset the rabble hadn’t bestowed a name on him yet.
“well this is rather embarrassing”, he bleated, “as your noble knight and steed i require a name”.
Marlin who heaved for breath with Betty hovering over him, apologizing profusely.
Marlin got back up yelling in baby speak: ”fucking hell! Who the fuck are you? Billy the goat”?
The little goat’s, totally not adorable face, lit up.
”I SER BILLY the KNNIGHT! Pledge myself henceforth to your cause!
I shall serve you through the pits of hell and to the mounts of Olympus and only if you have judged me to have served you well trice over! shall I DARE retire to the sweet embrace of death”.
Before Marlin could ponder why he understood Goatspeak, a message popped up:
Noble steed.
you have gained your first minion who has made a solemn vow, and bestowed upon you his Honor and service, Henceforth he will be your knight and steed.
Due to the potency of his code of honor and commitment to your cause, he takes up 2 of your minion slots.
Superior minion Billy(Dire Goat) Discipline Code of Honor Skillset Athletics Perk Beast of burden Weapon of choice Ramming horns